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Authors: Setta Jay
Tags: #Erotic Paranormal Romance
Dacia got up and snuggled into Conn’s side as Tynan winked at them and said his goodbyes.
Conn wore a thinner plaid shirt in reds and black. It clung to his shoulders over his black tee, and she thought he looked gorgeous in the dark blue jeans that hugged his ass. This was him dressed up, and it was better than any tie and suit could have been. He gave her a playful grin.
Are you ready, love?
Yes,
she said as her sisters waved and left with Bastian.
Come with me, princess,
he said as she grabbed her shoes. His eyes heated at the sight of her bending to retrieve them.
“You look beautiful,” he said out loud.
“So do you,” she said, grinning up at him.
He growled as she stopped to slide on her high heels. The sun sank into the water, and the sky lit up in a beautiful span of oranges and reds for a minute as they walked the path through the shrubbery and palms to another part of the resort, away from the side where she and her sisters had gone for their spa treatments.
This was darker, wilder. They walked through a back entrance hidden from view. Already people were gathering in groups on stone benches hidden in the hedges beyond. She felt her heart rate kick up. She’d been looking forward to this since he’d first given her wicked images that took her fantasies to another level.
I love that the heels make you tall enough for me to bend you over anything I feel like,
he whispered in their link. The four inches still made her over eight inches shorter; he’d still have to bend his legs if that was how he wanted her.
They stood back in the shadows of a seating area hidden by walls and hanging vines; they could see without being seen. A small courtyard was arranged with chairs and lounges, some hidden, others well lit in the firelight. A big ornate bed sat on a dais. Bodies writhed against each other, females kissing and touching, and males sliding up behind them to slip off the little scraps of lingerie covering them.
Everywhere she looked was a feast for her eyes. She pushed back against Conn and breathed in the scent around her. There were candles lit everywhere around the gathering of oiled and aroused bodies. Some were aggressive, some laughing and playing, but everywhere arousal filled the warm salt air, making her pant and ache.
Tell me what’s making that pussy so wet.
She moaned, and her eyes caught on a trio on a chair. A redheaded female sitting on a blond male’s lap.
I can see him filling her,
she said and opened her mind so he’d know her thoughts.
She’s riding his cock while the dark Kairos watches and strokes himself, waiting for his turn. Or he might just take her ass while the blond’s in her pussy. Is that what you want to see, princess?
She groaned. She wasn’t sure what she wanted; she was so hot just watching it all. A big muscular dark-haired male was mounting and riding another equally large blond male, the darker one pulling the blond’s hair so his neck was back and his ass was lodged full of cock. A leather-clad female wrapped her fingers around the blond’s straining cock and forced another smaller female in lace to suck it. The dark male pulled and thrust, and the leather-clad woman wrapped her hands around the other woman’s hair, forcing her movements harder as the three worked the blond male. It was hedonistic, growls and grunts from the males and feminine moans from the one whose mouth was full.
My mate likes watching males?
She heard the amusement in his voice, and she felt her skirt slide up in the back. Her breath caught.
Her eyes tracked another pair so close to the shadows that she could see everything. A female Kairos with dark hair and tanned skin. She was laid out on a lounge. Her legs were spread as a ginger-haired Hippeus ate her pussy.
You like watching him bury his face and suck her juicy cunt.
Yes.
Do you want me to lick you right now?
His voice rumbled over her.
Oh God. His fingers moved her thong aside and trailed between her lips from behind.
You could bend all the way over while I take my fill. No one would ever see me burying my face in your hot pussy, Dacia.
She moaned.
Or would you rather have something else? What’s my curious little wolf want?
he asked as his fingers pumped her.
What did she want? She thought she knew, but now she wanted more.
What if I want to go to my knees?
she said, and he growled low.
You want to suck me here?
Yes.
In the shadows as I wrap my fingers in your hair?
She whimpered and licked her lips.
Yes.
Then get on your knees, love.
She moaned when his thin flannel fell to the ground.
Unzip me and take what’s yours.
She licked her lips and unzipped his jeans so he fell free to her hands and mouth. She licked and sucked the crown, lapping up the bead of come that tasted so good she moaned around him, and set a rhythm that she hoped would make him come down her throat.
Fuck. You like having your lips around me while other people are fucking around us?
Her body writhed as his hands fisted her hair. She took him deep, swallowing as he groaned in the link and got her more agitated.
Finger your pussy, Dacia. Fuck yourself. I want to smell your come.
She moaned as he took her aggressively, knowing that was what got to her. She loved the pull in her hair so much she came on her thrusting fingers as he jetted down her throat.
He lifted her up and pinned her to the wall. Her skirt was pushed high, and one hand was gripping her ass as he buried his still-hard cock in her pussy. His other hand was on her throat, holding on to the mating mark, his mark. She scratched at his tee, shredded it to feel skin. The hand at her ass dipped to her back entrance and toyed with it.
What else, Dacia? What else does my curious mate want? My finger in your ass as I fuck you?
You. Home. Under the moon for eternity,
she said, and his eyes flashed. His wolf ready. He took her lips and teleported them while they were still connected. Perfect.
Chapter 43
Guardian Manor, Tetartos Realm
Jax ran his fingers through the back of his hair and considered leaving instead of going into the suite he kept at the manor. He used it for extra clothes and sometimes the shower, or a quiet retreat. How long had she been there? He didn’t need to go in. He could find silence somewhere else.
His stomach twisted, and he tried to think of any way out of what was coming. It was the poor little she-wolf’s come-to-Jesus moment, and he was the asshole that had to shatter her illusions of the male he was.
The snick of the door sounded loud in his ears, and he clenched his fists as he headed in for the nightmare to come.
The minute he stepped into his bedroom, he wished he’d retreated when he had the chance. His cock reacted like it always did when seeing a naked female. The bastard stood at attention and begged him to fuck. That’s what he did. He was nothing more than a hard cock ready to rut. Always had been. His needs were extreme, and one partner wasn’t ever enough to sate the hunger that never left.
“Mia.”
She turned from the window and looked at him. Her body was gorgeous, all full sexy curves in a compact frame. Her tits were a mouthwatering treat he wished he could take just one taste of. He blew out a breath. That was never gonna happen, because she could never be more than a fuck to him, and he knew she would never be his mate. Fuck, he was tired of it all. He leaned back against the door frame; it was as close as was safe. He was a dick, and this was too much temptation. He wasn’t even sure how to get out of this without crushing her.
“I know you don’t want me, but I was hoping you’d help me anyway.”
His heart tore in fucking half at the broken sound to her voice. He was not the male for this conversation. His skin itched, and he’d never wanted to bolt for the hills more than he did in that moment.
How did he even do this? He needed her to put some damned clothes on, but he didn’t want to hurt her more by asking her to get dressed. There was no way to do this easily. Shit, he liked her. Honesty? He closed his eyes. “I do want you, Mia. But that doesn’t change the fact that I won’t ever have you.”
Her eyes flashed. Admitting he wanted her brightened them a little too much. He was going to have to hurt her, and that sucked, but a hollow fuck with Conn’s sister in law wasn’t going to help anyone. “This is the deal. I fuck all the time. Females… the occasional male, if I’m in the mood. I’m not discriminate, and I’m not ever with only one. I keep a house full of pussies that gladly bend over the minute I arrive. I get off on that possessive Cujo thing you’ve got going, but you would never be the only one. The reality of being with me is lining up like the rest to take what I feel like giving. I like to share, so you may find your cunt or ass stretched for whoever or however many people I have in my bed that particular night. I may take you, or I may have one of my blondes eat your cunt because there are no guarantees in my bed and no boundaries.”
She gaped at him, but didn’t leave. Shit, she was killing him, forcing him to say something truly horrible so she could move on, hate him, because, fuck, she wasn’t his. His gut clenched as he steeled himself to say the words that would end this.
“And Mia, if you want in my bed it’s customary to bring an offering, because one is never enough for me and I like variety.” Shit, even that hadn’t done the trick, so he searched for words that would finally push her over the edge. “Either sister will do nicely. I do tend to prefer bigger tits so I’d go with Isa if I were you.” He forced himself not to react, first to the pain, quickly followed by disgust and fury that flushed her sweet tired face.
Her lip curled. “I can’t believe you. You’re a sick twisted bastard. It’s a good thing Immortals don’t transmit diseases or you’d be the damned poster child. You’ll never have me.”
She grabbed a shirt and stormed out. The door slammed, and he just stood there running a hand through his hair. She was right, he would never have her, and he was sure her mate would thank him for that one day.
He might be nothing more than a well-used dick, but having to be a fucking bastard to the poor female killed him.
Someday the little she-wolf would be grateful he hadn’t dirtied her, he could never be clean enough for a female that fucking innocent. She’d find her mate and be fine. He’d be the one to carry the sight of her revulsion in his memories.
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